How do you value those who touched you? Where none has ever touched including yourself those who have drunk from the streams of your warm wet body with the palms of their hands but their thirst remains unquenched and those whose feelings you touched. What about those who have fallen into abyss of your heart a heart that is too steep to climb.
Is your inner most feelings The furthest distance to reach? Those who left themselves could not reach you And couldnβt return as they left themselves Not with their courageous heart but breathing lungs Locked in memories: remembering embracing you in their chest Or shaking hands with your breast Dreaming of dancing together with tongues Your breath deep in their lungs
What is that is so lovely in your unloved ways? Truth doesnβt lie in the lips but in the tongue is the taste why did you kiss their cold cheeks with your burning lips? Look at their faces: immutable and possessed Perceptions erased, impressions effaced A flag raised half-mast An emblem of your love Look at them: weary and weak One of them so wicked and Another, he and his flesh went separate ways Leaving his skin hugging his bones Christmas tree is lovelier of all tress But has no shade or bore no fruit Your beauty is no more than A hidden veil of your weakness So mysterious..... yet a public secret
Why did you make them walk away? Were they not worthy or obliged to stay Who taught you how to dance in another tune? A rhythm different from the beats of the drums what is it that you are not doing right? Or Are You what most find it difficult to love? And what almost everyone find it hard to leave?